“You’ll never guess who gets to write four paragraphs on the Teapot Dome scandal,”
he said.
She didn’t respond.
“It’s me,” he added. “Just in case you were wondering.”
Nothing.
His heart sank. She was going to break up with him.
“Everything okay? Is this about prom or something?”
“We won’t be going to prom,” she said.
She turned to face him. Her eyes were red. She’d been crying. He moved closer and
rubbed her back.
“I’m pregnant, Will.”